Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 05:39:12 -0800 (PST)
From: olbert lassiter
Subject: Taken in a Philly Hotel
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Since I discovered my homosexuality I have been a bit of a slut. I was
finishing college at Temple University in Philadelphia, and I enjoyed
hanging out at sleazy gay bars for older guys. When I would walk in I
could hear their dicks get hard and knock on the bar. They loved my skinny
ass, my long hair, my tattoos, my tight leather jacket. I had gone from
wimpy biker to sex object, and maybe this is one of the reasons why I
didn't mind playing with guys. I loved that they all wanted me, and I
loved it when they would come over and flirt with me. I am a slut, and my
favorite thing would be to let them buy drinks for me while they felt me up
under the table.
I really, really liked getting felt up by strangers. I could see the lust
in their eyes, their jaw go slack, some saliva in the corner of their
mouth- and I could feel their hands on my jeans, and when I didn't resist,
I felt them open my jeans to get to my cock. I never went home with any of
these dudes, but I let them play and if they made me cum while touching my
8 inch dick, that was even better. I would finish my drink and blow the
lucky guy a kiss, do up my pants, and walk out of the bar. It was a great
game to play every night.
One afternoon I was feeling particularly horny. I knew the bars would be
empty to so I got online to read some stories on NIFTY and look at some
pictures on tumblr. I saw one guy with a hot site actually had a text post
in his archive saying that he was looking for sex in Philly. I reblogged
it. A few seconds later I got a ping in my ask box- "Are you in Philly
too?" I always love tumblr mail (almost as much as I love fan letters from
people who read these stories on NIFTY), so I sent a note back saying yes.
A few minutes later I had one of the filthiest messages I had ever seen in
my inbox. I couldn't deny my hardon, so I went back. To make along story
short this guy wanted to meet for coffee in a starbucks located in a hotel
lobby. Hmm. Didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.
I had a 3pm class, but it was my last semester anyway and what the fuck-
this was a life lesson. I blew off class and agreed to meet this guy.
I showed up and didn't see anybody who looked like they had a particularly
dirty mind. I ordered a coffee and grabbed a seat. This older dude in a
business suit sat down next to me, and as he stirred his coffee said softly
"I hear you like cock". I looked up- I was expecting somebody older, but
somebody who looked sleazier too I guess. This guy was overweight, but
otherwise very well dressed. He had a short dark beard that seemed to go
all the way into his collar, and tight dark curly hair with just a touch of
gray.
I sipped my coffee and made eye contact. "Who told you that?"
"This little bird" he said, and put his hand on my crotch. I was
surprised- I was used to this in a dark gay bar, but this was a busy
starbucks in a downtown hotel in the afternoon. But he seemed not to care,
and he moved his fingers expertly and lightly over my jeans, even dipping
down to cup my balls. "maybe this little bird is more of a big bird" he
said as I hardened.
People seemed oblivious, but I was still a little nervous. "Would you like
to see?" I asked him, gulping more coffee.
"Yeah, I would. Follow me." He stood up, his hardon spoiling the lines of
his suit. I stood up too, well aware that my own boner was pushing at my
jeans. The businessmen and barristas didn't seem to care, or even notice.
I followed him into the hotel lobby and to the elevator bank. I wasn't
quite sure if I was comfortable with this- it was one thing to let a
stranger jack you off in a gay bar, but to go to a stranger's hotel room?
We got in the elevator and he pushed the button for the top floor, 36.
Another guy got in and pushed one for 23. The three of us stood there and
I felt his hand move across my things and fondle my dick. "we don't want
to lose big bird" he said, loud enough that everybody heard. The other guy
didn't even look back, but he could see our blurry reflection in the
polished metal elevator doors. He didn't seem to notice. When he got off
on his floor I thought about him and the guys at starbucks- how
much blatant sex goes on around us all day that we just don't notice?
I cetainly noticed that as soon as the door closed this guy unzipped my fly
and started rubbing my boner through the underwear. "I love your dick
dude" he said simply.
When we arrived on his floor he pulled me out by my bulge and took me to
his room. He unlocked the door and pushed me in, his hand tugging on the
waistband of my jeans, causing them to slip down to my thighs. I heard the
door click closed as he followed me in.
It was a beautiful hotel room, really a suite. "The bed is over there
dude" he said, pushing me towards another door. I walked forward and
opened to see a king sized bed, stacked with pillows, and two whole walls
of floor to ceiling windows showing Philly. A corner bedroom on the top
floor- this guy was very different from the guys I had let touch me in the
sleazy bars.
Or maybe not. Because when I turned around I could see he had already
taken off his jacket and tie, and undone his collar. His beard and
chesthair were one dense pack of black fur. He unbucked his belt and
opened up his pants. "Take of your clothes" he said, roughly.
"Oh, come on Mister, let me see what I'm getting " I said, as I walked to
him and reached for his crotch. He pushed me back. "You'll see it soon
enough- I told to you to get naked."
I guess our elevator moment was foreplay. I undid my leather jacket and
went to his closet. "Just drop it all on the floor" he said impatiently.
I did, and then took off my boots and then finished sliding off my jeans.
I looked over and saw that he had taken off his shirt now, and his big
belly was covered with the same dark hair that seemed to go from the top of
his head all the way into the waist of his pants. He licked his lips as I
stood up and started to take off my T-shirt. By the time I had it over my
head and off he was down to his boxers, and I could see the outline of his
dick. I wanted to touch it and so I tried again to walk over to him.
He pushed me back so hard I fell on my ass. "you don't get it do you dude?
I have you here for me. You are mine. Take off your clothes and get on
the bed."
I stood up and dropped my underwear into the ball of clothes I was leaving
on his floor, and got on the bed and under the comforter. "No. Stay on
top of the bed". I shivered a bit as I got out, the room was cold in
March, and his bed looked so warm. He was now totally naked- a fat hairy
black furball with a six inch angry red prick sticking out at me. He
walked over to the bed. "suck it" there was no romance in his voice.
I had sucked off guys before since that first time in the XXX book store
(story on NIFTY), but normally I was the one that other men were servicing.
I didn't have a choice and opened my mouth. He shoved it in me. I was
struck by the smell. The guy was clean, but between his weight and his
hair he had a funk of sweat and cum about him. It was funny to think that
under his tailored clothes- which were also lying on the floor- was this
smell of sexual aggression. He didn't have a big dick, or even a
particularly fat one, but he was horny as fuck, and pushed into me up to
his balls. I was trying not to choke on the hair, and I started to play
with my own cock. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Philadelphia in
the late afternoon.
He opened the drawer next to the bed and fumbled with something. I felt
his hand tug on my dick too. "You like sucking my cock. It makes you
hard. You like sucking strangers cock. Yeah. You suck it better than my
wife. She complains. You like sucking cock".
Suddenly I felt his hand leave my dick and go to my ass. His hand was cold
and slick. And as he rubbed my asshole roughly I could feel that he was
lubing my ass for fucking. I had been fucked a couple of times, but never
by a stranger. I couldn't say anything as he had his cock in my mouth and
his belly resting on my face. I heard a sound like a fart as he squirted
more lube into his hands and then fingered my ass even more, this time
slipping three fingers inside of me.
I slipped off his dick for a second "what are you doing mister?"
"We gotta make you all slick and open for cock you little whore." he
twisted a fourth finger inside me asshole, and I felt his prick stiffen.
"Lie back and spread them"
I slid on the bed, and opened my legs to him. He was standing next to the
bed, his dick still wet from the blowjob I had given to him. His massive
hairy body filled my vision, and the look of lust in his eyes was the same
as the sleazy guys at the gaybar as they felt me up. "Jack yourself and
beg for this" he said, grabbing his dick with his hands.
I was surprised how hard I was and I started jacking, my legs spread open.
I could feel the lube on me, dripping on my ass and running down my
asshole. It was cold and I was cold. "Oh come here man, come and keep me
warm. Fill my ass with your dick, I need it." I expected him too jump on
me, but he stood there, slowly jacking his cock. "Please mister, please
fuck me. I need you inside of me. Fuck my ass mister." I moaned as I
jacked. "oh mister I am your slut on this bed and I need you." I took my
hand off my dick and with both hands stretched open my ass, rolling back a
bit so that my asshole was elevated and pointed right at him. "Fuck me
mister. Come in here mister. Fuck my ass mister" I kept my left hand on
my ass and started jacking myself again with my right, moaning and sighing.
I looked back at him, and saw him licking his lips. I think I saw him
drooling into his beard too. Suddenly this mass of dark
hair moved, and totally blotted out the rays of sun that were coming in
from the giant windows.
I felt the bed sink as he got on, and his face came close to mine. I could
smell the coffee on his breath, see his beard, see the intensity in his
eyes even as he looked at me without focus. "Fuck me mister, please I need
you to fill my ass" I was getting into my role, surprising myself. I could
feel my hand hit his hairy stomach as I tried to jack my dick some more, so
I just moved both hands to my ass, stretching myself for him.
I felt his dickhead press against my balls, and then he shoved it down
until it was at my asshole. No teasing, no gentle preliminaries- he just
shoved with his hips and he was in me. I gasped, and was thankful for the
lube and that he was only six inches. He rested for a few seconds, and
then started to pound me. I put my hands around his wide body, and could
feel the hair on his back. I could also feel him begin to sweat as he
pounded me harder and harder. "Come on faggot, you don't have a dick in
your mouth, keep talking" he said, almost angrily.
"Yes mister, fuck my ass" It was hard to speak because he was really
pounding me and his weight was pushing down on my chest. I felt something
wet come across my face, and realized he was licking me. Not trying to kiss
me, just licking my face. "oh mister, what the fuck are you doing to me?"
I said, gasping.
"You like it slut" and I felt his hands run through my long hair. "You
have long hair like a girl you fucking slut"
I could feel my dick between us, trapped by his belly it was almost burning
because of the friction from all of his body hair and his sweaty skin. But
it was also getting me close to cumming. I could feel his hairy balls
slapping my smooth ass, as he kept trying to push deeper into my hole.
"Come on mister- deeper. I like that. Fill me up. Fill me with your
dick" and he licked my face again. I shivered, but not because I was cold
underneath this massive hairy man.
"You look like a girl you slut" he said again, and I could hear he was
short of breath too. "I'm all man mister. Feel how hard you make my
dick."
He lightened up a bit so he could get his hand down to touch my dick, wet
with precum and his sweat. "Yeah, that's what you like"
He pushed in me again and I slid my hands down to his hairy ass. I was
kneading his massive ass cheeks like dough and moaning for him, talking
dirty as I felt his urgency build.
"Take it" he said angrily as I felt his dick begin to spurt inside of me.
He pumped harder, his cum mixing with lube up my ass, as he churned and
pumped.
"Give me your cum mister, shoot it in me. Oh please mister I need to be
filled by you."
I felt him slow down as he shot the last of his seed inside of me, and then
i felt his weight crush down on me. "Please get off of me mister, I have
to jack off."
He rolled to one side, and shoved his hand wordlessly up my ass. I started
jacking off. "Oh mister what did you do to my pretty little ass" I said as
I felt his cum begin to leak out as he fingered my asshole. I was
surprised how close I was to my own orgasm. He cupped my balls, and
squeezed as I prepared to cum. "Oh mister you're making me cum" I said as
I shot across my own chest. He didn't even turn his head to look at my
orgasm, he just lay in the sheets fingering my balls and ass.
As my orgasm began to subside I felt the last drops of cum fall from my
dick to my body. He let go of my balls, and then shoved me hard to one
side. "Now get the fuck out"
I looked at him, and he pushed me again, almost off the bed. "Get your
things and get out you fucking slut"
I had my cum drying on my chest, my ass was full of his cum that was now
leaking out, and I was covered in his sweat. I gathered my clothes and
started to put them on. "Do that in the hallway faggot" he said, cruelly.
As I closed the door on his hotel room I was glad there were no maids in
the hall to watch me finish doing up my jeans and putting on my jacket. I
felt used, wet, and satsified as I went to take the elevator down to the
lobby.
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